Description: This was completely written on the spur of the moment, it's probably obvious, but I didn't know the words until they were written.I don't really like it but it seems to be something that wrote itself and its not mine to erase.So tell me what you think.
She sits alone
watches the walls around her
they seem to be closing in
She watches the phone
waits for someone to call her
but she's all left out again
a day goes by
her bruises only whisper
a month goes by, turns to a year
and she's still alone tonight
she keeps growing up but no one has cared
she wants to scream but no one is there
all alone she sits with a peculiar look in her eyes
in truth no expression was there
but if someone had taken a closer look or if you made her believe that you had cared
maybe she wouldn't be living apart
maybe she wouldn't be in pain
because now she speaks only with a broken heart
now she screams from an early grave
what you wrote about sure isn't something that i would allow myself to go or be put through.it was a very effective piece about the isolation and alienation that most people aren't even aware of.good luck and fare well.
oh my. I just wrote a poem just like that, well, the same emotion. I understand the pain. wow. You wrote on the spur of the moment? Cool, I usually do that, so its cool. The poem writes itself. Well, keep on keeping on. Peace!